December 04, 2011

On the things that can’t be said

There was that moment, I was lying on the floor unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything but weeping. I wanted the whole world to freeze. I wanted to spend the rest of whatever I have in life there on the floor crying my heart out. Then it occurred to me, that my family will be back and they won’t like that scene. They will get shocked and they will ask me “what’s wrong with you”.

The idea that someone might ask me “what’s wrong with you” and care to wait for an answer past the “nothing wrong” answer was the only reason I got off that floor & stopped crying.

All what I know that as much as it feels right to just surrender to the feeling it is too dreadful to have to explain it to anyone.

What am I supposed to say?

What am I supposed to say?


Nan said...

I know what you mean, been living that experience myself one day before your post here. Funny, ain't it?

Shimaa Gamal said...

Hello Nan

it seems it was the national day for weeping.

Maybe it is the winter, of the unlucky year of 2011.

I hope things will get better for all of us.